Maze
My maze is a startling delusion,
confounding explanation.
Somewhere a goal, a dream,
a meaning
motivates me through,
a dynamic labyrinth of my own making.
Every choice opens another passage,
creates a new array of choices.
A long and convoluted passage,
distracted by lies and torturous
anger.
Pride leads me away,
a rat to his cheese.
Easier ways pave comfortable,
even pleasurable excursions.
Rarely, leaving an opening to meaning,
but often winding away
in ever-expanding walls and halls
of hollow treasures and moldering fame.
Desperation pulls me
To rise above the choices.
To meditate within the dreams.
To rest and trust in reality
Walls and halls now become highways.
Blue skies illuminate the lies.
Like street lights leading to the truth.
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